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this is a harry potter post jaw drop

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 09:32:37 GMT

So I got the Harry Potter DVD on the weekend and obviously straight away watched the movies and all the features and all that. Now, is it just me, or is HBP a dark film?? And no, I dont mean thematically, I mean it literally. As in some scenes it was so dark it was kinda hard to see what was going on. Or do I just have a crap tv??

Is it true that everywhere else dont get the DVD for a couple more weeks? Is it wrong that I'm slightly amused and happied that we get it so early? :O) Come on, we normally have to wait forever for most stuff so it's nice to get something early for once.

Watching the movie has made me want to re-read all the books. I haven't read them in a while. I think I might go back and read them all when I've finished reading my current book.

Also, on a semi-related note, I just watched the season finale of GNW. And because it made me LOL, I had to share this line from (22yo) comedian Josh Thomas that I think a lot of my flist will enjoy...

"My concern about Twilight is that kids will grow up reading that drivel and they won't read the classics like Harry Potter."

Love it! :O)

Birthday love

Thu, 19 Nov 2009 00:55:37 GMT

Happy birthday Sam!!!!
Hope you have a fab day. ♥♥♥

Wed, 11 Nov 2009 04:46:31 GMT

So it occured to me that I havent posted a non-fic/icon/moodtheme post in nearly a month. Possibly this is because I dont really have much going on to report. But just in case anyone out there is wondering, here is where I'm at:

* The estate where I am building my house have decided I need to put bricks above my garage door (as opposed to the painted wood panelling we were originally going with) which costs about $1100. Yeah, thanks for that. So not an expense I needed. But other than that, not much happening on the house front. Just waiting for the land to be released really.

* Melbourne heads for record November heat. I am already over summer and it hasnt even officially started yet. To make matters worse the aircon at home sometimes doesnt feel like working (in the mornings) and the parental units are away at the moment so no chance of getting it fixed if it completely brakes down. I hate hot weather - this is why one of the first things I have put on layby for my house is an aircon.

* Going bridesmaid dress shopping on the weekend. Could be ... interesting.

* Seeing Strassman tomorrow night!! Super excited.

* Bought tickets to go to Carols by Candlelight at the Myer Music Bowl on Christmas Eve with my mum and sis (and neice). The last time we went was a few years back and it was cold and actually rained quite a bit, and because we didnt go equipt for that kind of weather we ended up leaving before it even started and watching from home. Hopefully this year will be better - but not too hot. LOL.

* Not much to report, fandom wise. I've actually been rereading some of my fave Remus/Hermione fics (I havent read them in years) which has been kind of awesome.

Um, dont really know what else to tell ya. Feel free to drop me a line and tell me whats been doing with you.

♥

Remus/Hermione drabble

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 05:10:41 GMT

Title: The Beginning of Everything
Ship: Remus/Hermione
Rating: PG
For: chocky_mousse
Prompt: Harry Potter + Remus/Hermione + Gold + The Great Gatsby
Summary: He was in the library, of course.
This is pretty short, but I figured a little something something was better than nothing at all. :O)

When Hermione arrived home the first thing she did was seek out her husband. He should have arrived home during her absence, and so she slowly wandered from room to room in search of him.

He was in the library, of course. He was sat on the small settee, completely absorbed in the book he was reading. She smiled, moving into the room. The sound of the door creaking got his attention and he looked up. “Hi, honey.”

“Hey, she replied, leaning over and kissing his lips before sitting down beside him. “What are you reading?”

Remus lifted up the spine of the book. The Great Gatsby. Hermione laughed. “Finally! Took you long enough.”

“I told you I’d get around to it.”

“Yeah, before we even got together, so that’s what, four years ago? It’s a classic. I still can’t believe you’ve never read it.”

“Well I’m reading it now,” he grinned.

She smiled, snuggling into him, resting her head on his shoulder. He began reading it aloud, the familiar words rushing over Hermione like a warm blanket.

He finished the chapter and Hermione asked, “Do you like the name Daisy?”

“It’s alright, I guess. Hadn’t really thought about it. Why?”

Hermione sat up. She took his hand from the book and laid it on her stomach. “Because we are going to have to start thinking about names.”

Remus’ eyes went wide as he looked at his hand on her still flat stomach. He met her gaze with a shaky smile before leaning over and kissing her. “Really?” he asked, still in shock. They had had a false alarm about a year ago, and the disappointment was hard on both of them.

She nodded. “Really. I’ve just come from the doctors. She said I am two months gone and everything looks perfect.”

He just stared at her. “Have I told you today how much I love you?”

Hermione grinned. “No. How about you show me how much you love me.”

Remus tossed the book aside and leant down, pressing his mouth to hers and kissing her passionately…

birthday love

Sat, 31 Oct 2009 05:45:18 GMT

Happy birthday Amy!!!!

Hope you have a fabulous day.

♥♥♥♥

david gray lyrics moodtheme

Thu, 29 Oct 2009 07:46:13 GMT

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emma icons

Tue, 27 Oct 2009 11:22:27 GMT

[01-120] Emma (2009) - episode 4
very Emma & Knightley focused - I'm not even going to pretend otherwise :O)

Preview:

"I cannot make speeches. If I loved you less I might be able to talk about it more."

glee ficlet

Sun, 25 Oct 2009 00:58:01 GMT

Title: Some Madness
Ship: Will/Rachel
Rating: PG
For: letmypidgeonsgo
Prompt: Glee + Will/Rachel + red + Beautiful Thing
Summary: She can feel herself crumbling under his gaze. She doesn’t know how he does it; how all it takes is one look from him and she finds the truth spilling from her lips, words rushing together in the race to be spoken.

Some Madness

It’s been such a long wait, an arduous road, that now that the moment is here all of his certainty and confidence goes straight out the window.

He finds himself bent over a toilet bowl and retching, nervous, like he is about to go out on stage and perform, not his kids.

Kids, he thinks wryly. Like they aren’t all emotionally or physically mature. Like they aren’t all more than kids, than students. Like they haven’t become his friends.

A splash of cold water to the face is refreshing. He exits the bathroom in haste and then immediately collides with the star of their team. One look at her face and he knows she was just in the ladies toilets doing the same thing he was.

"Hey, Rach. Nervous?" he asks, his voice warm and reassuring.

"What? No, of course not. I’m so ready to go on. Really. Can’t wait." Her grin is big and her eyes are sparkling and he doesn’t believe a word of it.

He places a hand to her back and guides her though the throng of students and teachers milling about the auditorium. He leads her to the balcony outside, fresh air instantly hitting their faces and filling their lungs. They stand at the balcony railing, looking out over the gardens.

"Take a minute to relax, Rach. Breathe. You’ll feel better."

She turns to him, a look on her face he has seen countless times over the last few years. Defiance. "I said I was fine, Mr Schue."

"Indeed you did. Only I don’t believe you. You forget, I’ve been where you are. I know how you’re feeling. And besides, you’re doing that lip-biting thing you always do when you’re nervous."

She shrieks in outrage. "I do not!"

Will just looks at her. She can feel herself crumbling under his gaze. She doesn’t know how he does it; how all it takes is one look from him and she finds the truth spilling from her lips, words rushing together in the race to be spoken.

"What if they hate it? What if they hate me? What if this is my one big moment and nobody likes me? I’ve worked my whole life for this and what if I stuff it up-"

Her rant is broken by his arms around her small form, holding her close in a comforting embrace. Her arms automatically wrap around him, her fingers grabbing at the material of his shirt. Her breath is quick and shallow and he rubs smoothing circles on her back.

"You are destined for great things, Rachel Berry. Tonight is just the beginning. And in a few years, when you are the lead on Broadway or performing your first concert, I am gonna be there cheering you on."

She smiles lightly. "So you’re still my biggest fan?" she asks uncertainly, craving approval like oxygen.

Will releases her from the embrace so she can look in his eyes and believe him when he says with a smile, "Still you’re biggest fan."

"Thanks Mr Schue," she says, returning the smile. She leans up and kisses his cheek before turning and heading back inside the auditorium. He watches her go, overwhelmed and enthralled and confused all at once.

*

The stage is dark as they take their places. The loud speaker announces them and he watches from the wings as the curtain rises and the lights come on.

They are incredible. The outfits – designed by Mercedes in red, black and white – look amazing. The dancing – with additional choreography by Kurt – is perfect. And at the centre of the stage is Rachel, singing flawlessly. He is so proud of all of them, but he can’t take his eyes off Rachel as she moves confidently about the stage.

The song ends with the group freezing in position at the centre of the stage. There is a moment of silence before the audience erupts with cheers and applause. The curtain comes down and every member of New Directions starts jumping up and down and hugging each other. Every cast member that is except Rachel, who instead runs into the wings and jumps into Will’s arms.

She is light in his embrace and the audience is still roaring and her lips brush against his. He pulls back, looks in her eyes, completely unsure who kissed who but still certain he didn’t imagine it.

"Rach-"

Whatever he was going to say dies on his lips as the rest of the group come bounding offstage and attack him en masse. He embraces his team, congratulating them all, trying to ignore the way his eyes keep finding Rachel’s.

*

They stand in the belly of the auditorium, huddled together, awaiting the announcement. Will’s heart beats hard in his chest as he looks around the group. Some are holding hands, squeezing so tight that their knuckles turn white. Some rock from side to side, some stare at the roof.

He looks around. Competing schools are clustered together in nervous bundles, just like them. He wants to say something, reassure them, inspire them. But no words are forthcoming, and it’s at this moment that Rachel slips her hand into his. He grips her fingers tightly, accepting her support, before releasing her.

"You were so amazing, guys. Really. No matter what happens, I am so proud of you and everything you have accomplished."

His words seem to pick them up slightly. He glances down at Rachel, who smiles nervously at him. He puts an arm around her and lets her lean into him.

The announcement comes and they jump and scream when they get through to the next round. The last round. He hugs Rachel, lifts her in the air before putting her down and embracing the rest of the team.

They leave jubilant, victorious, grinning from ear to ear. It is at this point it occurs to Will how much time he will be spending with the glee club in preparation for the finals – more than ever before. And he is suddenly nervous. He respects and adores Rachel, maybe too much, and spending more time together is both exciting and worrying. But those are problems for another day. Today, he focuses on the club, his friends, and celebrates their achievements.

also, completely unrelated to the fic, but I just saw the ep and it was super cute, so had to add it here:

emma icons - ep 3

Thu, 22 Oct 2009 07:45:49 GMT

[01-85] Emma (2009) - episode 3
I may have gone a little crazy with the ball scene :O)

Preview:

"Will you dance, dear Emma?"

emma icons

Fri, 16 Oct 2009 23:17:19 GMT

[01-58] Emma (2009) - episode 2

Preview:

"I am happy to enter the room with you for once." "Nonsensical girl."

David Gray concert 15/10/2009

Thu, 15 Oct 2009 23:01:24 GMT

Went and saw David Gray at Hamer Hall (the Arts Centre) last night.

It was awesome.

My sis and I were second row centre. Its slightly surreal being that close, and the accoustics are a bit weird (eg most of the sound was coming from speakers behind us even though he was about three metres in front of us), and it was kinda loud, but still awesome.

So, some random thoughts about the show in point form (coz its easier for my brain that way):

* David and his band were quite dapper, all of them wearing suits. My sis made a comment about how they looked like they came straight from the boardroom and onto the stage, coz they were all a bit older and suited up and whatnot. Not sure if I agree completely but it was funny nonetheless.

* Poor David was sweating through to his jacket from quite early on. By the encore there were large patches on the back of his jacket. He took off his jacket, people cheered, then afterwards someone yelled "Take off the shirt." He made a comment about how we wouldnt want that, but he was a few steps back from the mic so I'm not sure if everyone heard it. Those of us up front did and we laughed, and then he paused for a moment and was obviously quite amused by the moment so started laughing, which made us laugh. Good times.

* They were having some instrument problems throughout the set. Several times they had to change guitars or leads midway through the songs. Towards the end (maybe even in the encore) one of the guitarists was doing an intro and there must have been a problem with the lead or the amp or something coz it didnt sound right, so someone had to come out with a new lead, so everyone just stood and watched as all this happened. I think the guitarists was getting quite annoyed by this point.

* He forgot the words to one of his songs. LOL. He was on stage solo and about three lines in when he stopped coz he forgot the lyrics. He took a few seconds and paced about the stage for a bit then remembered and started again.

* He played a lot of old songs. More than I was expecting. I dont have much of his early pre-White Ladder stuff - only a CD which is the best of the EPs between 92 and 94 - so I didnt know any of the old stuff. But I did enjoy some of the songs so might have to track them down.

* So the big songs of the night were Babylon (which was slowed down slightly), Sail Away, Please Forgive Me, This Years Love.

* My personal highlights were First Chance, The Other Side, Draw the Line, Ain't No Love, Be Mine (♥), Slow Motion.

All in all, an excellent night, and I would highly recommend seeing him if you get the chance.

spring awakening drabble

Thu, 15 Oct 2009 03:22:15 GMT

Title: the flash of a firefly in the night
Ship: Moritz/Ilse
Rating: PG
For: msmoocow
Prompt: Spring Awakening (Moritz/Ilse) + green + Stay On My Side Tonight
Summary: He envies her spirit.

the flash of a firefly in the night

Their lives don’t exist in the same world anymore. Haven’t for a long time. So when she comes upon him in his darkest hour, even through the fog of his mind he wonders if it must be fate.

She asks him to walk her home, and for old times sake he consents. The air is cool and though Ilse doesn’t say anything, she must be freezing. Moritz offers his coat, and her reaction startles him. He realises she hasn’t seen such kindness in a long time, and yet there she is, surviving. Smiling even. As though she wants nothing more in this entire world than his company.

He envies her spirit.

They reach her so called home. The people stagger about and speak at the top of their lungs. He can’t imagine his old friend here, even after her earlier confession.

He doesn’t know how he got the courage for what he did next. Maybe it was the intoxication in the air, seeping into his skin. Maybe it was just because he had hit rock bottom, and assumed things could not become worse. Maybe, and most probably, it was her.

He takes her hand, and takes her to his home. She protests, but he can hear in her voice that she does so just because she thinks it’s expected and her heart isn’t really in it. She talks all the way there, reminisces about the games they played and the times they had, as though they were the best of her life. Maybe they were.

His house door creaks when opened, and the noise sounds so loud in the quiet of the house he fears waking his parents. They creep into the cold dark room, and his chamber feels especially small with the both of them standing in it.

Seeing her standing there, in a shirt and jacket and little else in the middle of his room, sends his minds eye immediately to visions of the two of them together. The words of Melchior’s essay run through his mind, and he can see them together, here, imagines how it would feel, for both of them. He sees planes of creamy white skin that react to his touch, lips and fingers and tongue caressing his body…

With a shake of the head he turns, pretends to be busying himself at his nightstand. She asks what they will do now, as though there is any answer other than sleep. He offers her the bed as he sheds his jacket and shoes, taking a spare woollen blanket from the wardrobe. She slides easily between the sheets, and though the floor is hard he will not complain. In any event, he only endures a few minutes before she reaches down, takes his hand in hers and pulls slightly. He understands her meaning and, though more than slightly terrified, he gets up from the floor and slips into the small bed with her. It’s cramped, his body along the length of hers, but he somehow wraps his arm around her waist as though it’s the most natural thing in the world.

It doesn’t take long for Ilse’s breathing to become deep and rhythmic, and he knows she has succumbed to sleep. He lies awake all night, sleep elusive like normal, always just out of his grasp.

He wonders how he can experience such highs and lows all within the one day. He fears the morning, fears her getting up and leaving him cold, scared of what happens when the warmth and comfort of her embrace is gone and he is returned to the harsh realities of failed schooling and a disappointed father.

He is scared of the rising sun.

dan/blair fic

Sat, 10 Oct 2009 07:16:35 GMT

Title: from the ashes
Ship: Dan/Blair
Rating: PG
For: holycitygirl
Prompt: GG + D/B + red + The Unforgettable Fire
Summary: If the Upper East Side was the fire, then they were the phoenix

from the ashes

If the Upper East Side was the fire, then they were the phoenix.

Implosion was inevitable. You can’t have your formative years highlighted by eating disorders and long lost siblings and come out the other end unscathed. In the end, despite their scars, they were the two left standing while everyone else fell in their own unique ways. Hard core drug problems, marrying the wrong person, gambling everything and losing it all. One by one they watched as everyone faded away.

She and Chuck ended with a whimper, not a bang. It was too hard, too wrong, too not worth it. Chuck refused to move away, and she would not have the world thinking she was running away, so a pre-planned vacation to Paris was hastily cancelled and she spent the summer idling around the Hamptons.

He never found anyone after Serena to give his all-consuming affection. A string of brief relationships (and set-ups, thanks to Vanessa) never made it past that third date mark. But he wasn’t unhappy. NYU propelled him into the world and he finally felt it was his time.

They have acclimated over the years. There are only so many mini-crises you can go through together and still pretend to hate each other, and they reach that limit before they’ve turned nineteen.

One day he leaves his dad and Lily’s apartment building to meet a realtor just as she was entering it to visit with Serena, who was in town for a month before heading back to LA. He tells her Serena is out with Eric and when she asks where he is going he tells her. She grins and tags along, somehow deciding that buying an apartment is close enough to shopping to interest her.

She gives her opinion on every place he sees and he hates to say it but she is right more often than not. Still, he gets the one he likes most, even if she does complain about the neighbourhood or the size of the windows and closet.

The process is complicated but in the end it boils down to three important milestones: signing, getting the keys, hiring her to decorate the place.

He has always admired her style - classic, simple - and after all, this is what she does now. When he asks she makes a show of having to reschedule her workload just to fit in his tiny speck of an apartment, but there is a smile and a gaze and he knows she’s almost as excited as he is.

He unlocks the door and they enter the apartment. They move from room to room. She tells him her ideas and he mostly nods, only sometimes disagrees. Those disagreements no longer turn into full-blown arguments like they would have two years ago, though some eye-rolling still remains.

They stand in front of the window in the main living space. The room is light and airy, and she thinks for a moment before beginning her spiel about what she envisions for the room. She keeps talking, backing up her ideas, talking about the ‘grandpa pyjama style’ wallpaper she has in mind and how it will tie all the rooms together, how she knows his love of light colours and simple furniture will best be utilised by having a couch here and a table there and he doesn’t get to hear the rest of her ideas because his mouth is on hers, stopping any words, permitting only sounds as their lips move together.

The decoration process takes a month, each week that passes bringing them closer together. When it’s complete, perfect in ways he can’t even articulate, he moves in and asks her to come with him. She knows it’s too fast, that they will crash and burn, but she also knows that her heart won’t allow her to say no. So she moves her belongings in, and when he notices how the interior is sometimes decorated to perfectly accommodate her favourite possessions he doesn’t say anything.

Neither of them really expects it to last. Imagine their surprise when it lasts forever.

uther/morgana drabble

Fri, 09 Oct 2009 09:38:25 GMT

Title: Evening
Ship: Uther/Morgana
Rating: PG13/R
For: inell
Prompt: Merlin: Uther/Morgana. Red. Shall We Dance?
Summary: It was all a prelude.
I am actually kinda nervous about posting this. Be kind. :O)

She bids Gwen goodnight and the thick wooden door closes with a creak. Her chamber is cool, such a contrast from the heat of the ballroom; fireplaces and dancing bodies and red wine all combining to raise the room temperature.

She removes her cloak, and then her dress, the material forming a puddle of grey and emerald around her feet. Goosebumps form on her body as the air traces her skin. Next are her shoes, which have pressed into her feet as she danced the night away. She removes the pins from her hair, the necklace from her neck, the rings from her fingers. Moving to the bed she sees in the dim light that her maidservant has left out her nightclothes. It’s white and beaded and comfortable, and completely inappropriate for what she knows is about to happen.

Pulling out a deep burgundy nightgown a smile spreads across her face. Perfect. She puts it on, material silkily falling across her skin, the fabric soft, a second skin against her curves.

The wait isn’t long, just long enough to contemplate whether she should light a fire, or keep the room a cool blue as moonlight floods through her chamber. Her indecision is interrupted by the sound of the door opening and closing.

He doesn’t knock, never has. She stands in the centre of the room, hand on hip, defiant.

He has removed his crown, his coat and layers of rich cloth. All that remains is a thin blue tunic, black pants and boots.

He takes a step forward. "How was your evening, Morgana?"

She moves forward half a step. "Very enjoyable, my lord."

A step forward. "You must have liked our visiting knight. You barely stopped dancing with him all evening."

Half a step. A raised eyebrow. "Jealous?"

A step. "Of what?"

Half a step. "Of what you can’t have."

One last step. The space between them covers mere inches. "Oh, can’t I?"

His mouth is on hers, his hands on her back, pressing her against the length of his body. She responds in kind, her hand to his neck, her leg flung over his hip, her tongue in his mouth. They move to the bed, and she pulls back just long enough to push him onto the soft sheets.

She can’t wait, neither of them can. It was all a prelude, her dancing and flirting not just with their guest but with anyone in his eye line. To the world she is haughty and untouchable, and it only makes him want her more.

Hands fumble in haste but soon enough his shirt is pushed up and his pants pushed down and with a cry she sinks down on him. Her red nightdress shimmers in the moonlight as she rolls on him like the waves of an ocean. His hands roam her body as she moves, head thrown back and eyes closed. A thin sheen covers their skin, the movement warming the chamber from its formally cold state.

She leans forward as their bodies move together. Her fingers grasp at his tunic as they both cry out in release. The room fills with heavy breath and she collapses onto the bed beside him.

A few minutes pass in silence until he leans close, presses his lips to hers in a soft kiss. "Goodnight, my love."

"Goodnight, Uther."

He rises from the bed, adjusting his clothes as he crosses the room, slipping through the door quickly and quietly. She sighs, a deep breath that fills her lungs. She pulls a blanket over her body and falls into a dreamless sleep.

news

Thu, 08 Oct 2009 06:24:59 GMT

Well, brace yourselves everyone, because as far as announcements go this is one of the big ones.

Over the last six months I have been saving and researching and going through all the motions. Today I signed the last bit of paperwork so its all now confirmed and absolutely happening.

I am building a house.

I have never been more terrified in my entire life. I am doing it on my own, and I know it will be really hard, but it was kinda now or never.

People have been asking me all the way along if I'm excited and my reply is generally something along the lines of: "I'm 45% stressed, 45% terrified, 10% excited."

Anyway, it's three bedroom, two bathroom. My land is released in late November, construction should begin in December, with completion happening around May 2010, give or take.

Holy crap I am terrified.

If anyone wants to see the house layout let me know and I'll edit it into the post.

*freaks out*

ETA:

My ensuite will be a bit different (ie no toilet) and the laundy and toilet are swapped, but this is pretty much it. :O)

&&&

In unrelated news, I will start posting those prompt fics tomorrow. :O)

emma icons

Thu, 08 Oct 2009 05:50:27 GMT

[01-60] Emma (2009) - episode 1

Preview:

That is the real reason you are annoyed. I gave my advice, and you gave yours, but it was mine that prevailed.

writing meme

Mon, 05 Oct 2009 23:21:44 GMT

Give me a prompt in the following format:
fandom + pairing + color + title of an album
fandom + pairing + color + title of a movie
fandom + pairing + color + title of a book

I havent had much inspiration of late, so thought this might help.

You can choose just one, two or all three (though unless the Muse is super excited I will only choose one prompt). I make no guarantees to write them all - I'm just hoping the Muse will come to the party.

You all know my ships - if you need a refresher, check out my recent shipping meme or my shipping masterlist.

holy ship

Wed, 30 Sep 2009 01:39:49 GMT

Answers to the shipping meme...

Merlin
OTP: Arthur/Gwen - I think it was the few cute moments towards the end of S1 that sealed the deal.
Runner-up: Arthur/Merlin
Honorable mention(s): Gwen/Morgana - this is practically on even footing with Arthur/Merlin, Arthur/Gwen/Morgana/Merlin, Uther/Morgana
Ship everyone else seems to like, but I don't: Arthur/Morgana, Merlin/Morgana

Gossip Girl
OTP: Dan/Blair - I dont know how this happened, its so not the type of ship I would normally go for.
Runner-up: Nate/Jenny - even though the writers screwed them up I still love them.
Honorable mention(s): Dan/Serena (though not so much anymore), Eric/Jenny, Rufus/Vanessa
Ship everyone else seems to like, but I don't: Chuck/Blair - I'm sorry, I just can't get onboard. While I did find the end of ep 302 kinda cute, thats the only bit with them I have liked since the whole butterflies conversation in 108.

Glee (although I should disclaim I have only seen the first two eps)
OTP: Will/Rachel - watch the scenes and the editing in the pilot and then tell me I'm wrong LOL.
Runner-up: none
Honorable mention(s): none
Ship everyone else seems to like, but I don't: Emma/Will, Rachel/Finn, pretty much everything

Ugly Betty
OTP: Daniel/Betty - how are you so adorable OTP?
Runner-up: Marc/Amanda
Honorable mention(s): Matt/Betty, Gio/Betty, Connor/Wilhelmina, Marc/Cliff, Ted/Wilhemina
Ship everyone else seems to like, but I don't: Henry/Betty - yawn.

Robin Hood
OTP: Robin/Much - they love each other so much, even though Robin often treats Much like crap.
Runner-up: Will/Djaq
Honorable mention(s): Guy/Sheriff
Ship everyone else seems to like, but I don't: Robin/Marion, Guy/Marion. (clearly Marion just annoyed me)

Doctor Who
OTP: Nine/Rose - I will never get over him leaving
Runner-up: Jack/Martha
Honorable mention(s): Tom/Martha - one episode and I ship them so hard, Ten/Martha, Ten/Donna
Ship everyone else seems to like, but I don't: Ten/Rose - the reason I'm not really in fandom and why I've only seen S2 once.

Skins
OTP: Sid/Cassie - even though the writers kep screwing them over
Runner-up: Chris/Jal - super cute.
Honorable mention(s): Tony/Sid. JJ/Emily. Tony/Sid/Michelle.
Ship everyone else seems to like, but I don't: Tony/Michelle. Naomi/Emily. Effy/Cook/Freddie - and all its combos

Feel free to ask anything else and I'll just edit it into the post. :O)

coz apparantly I can't stop doing memes...

Mon, 28 Sep 2009 23:41:22 GMT

... I blame a boring week at work for this.

Gacked from a few flisties.

Ask me a fandom, and I will tell you:

+ OTP
+ Runner-up
+ Honorable mention(s)
+ Crack pairing(s)
+ Ship everyone else seems to like, but I don't

You should all know my fandoms. If not, check my profile for shows I love and what I'm into right now. Hell, take a stab at something - its possible I watch it and have never mentioned it. :O) Feel free to not restrict yourself to one fandom - ask as many as you like.

answer time

Mon, 28 Sep 2009 04:40:27 GMT

Here be the answers to the music meme. I was pretty generous with peoples vague answers. :O)

01. The grey ceiling on the earth, well it's lasted for a while, take my thoughts for what they're worth, I've been acting like a child, your opinion, and what is that? it's just a different point of view ... Your Winter - Sister Hazel
[guessed by: no one]

02. Look at the stars, look how they shine for you... Yellow - Coldplay
[guessed by: areth_lovejoy, alexi_lupin, library_of_sex, letmypidgeonsgo, cyclonejuliet, shocolate]

03. You're beautiful, that's for sure, you'll never ever fade... Like a Bird - Nelly Furtado
[guessed by: alexi_lupin, library_of_sex, letmypidgeonsgo]

04. You only stay with me in the morning, you only hold me when I sleep, I was meant to tread the water, but now I've gotten in too deep... You Give Me Something - James Morrison
[guessed by: library_of_sex]

05. Crazy, how it feels tonight, crazy, how you make it all alright love.... Crush - Dave Matthews Band
[guessed by: letmypidgeonsgo]

06. You are far, when I could have been your star, you listened to people, who scared you to death, and from my heart, strange that you were strong enough, to even make a start... Kissing a Fool - Michael Buble (or any of the other dozen people who have sung it)
[guessed by: shocolate]

07. I had no choice but to hear you, you stated your case time and again... Head Over Feet - Alanis Morissette
[guessed by: library_of_sex]

08. Leave me out with the waste, this is not what I do, it's the wrong kind of place, to be thinking of you... 9 Crimes - Damien Rice
[guessed by: areth_lovejoy, alexi_lupin]

09. Tell me all the things you would change, I dont pretend to know what you want, when you come around and spin my top, time and again, time and again... Distant Sun - Crowded House
[guessed by: thimble_kiss]

10. Your butt is mine, gonna take you right... Bad - Michael Jackson
[guessed by: library_of_sex]

11. Say hello to the girl that I am, you're gonna have to see through my perspective, I need to make mistakes just to learn who I am... Overprotected - Britney Spears
[guessed by: no one]

12. She sits alone by a lampost, trying to find a thought that's escaped her mind, she says Dad's the one I love the most, but Stipe's not far behind... Let her Cry - Hootie and the Blowfish
[guessed by: cyclonejuliet]

13. Calling out around the world, are you ready for a brand new beat... Dancing in the Street - David Bowie and Mick Jagger
[guessed by: alexi_lupin, library_of_sex, letmypidgeonsgo, cyclonejuliet, shocolate]

14. God, I dreamed there was an angel who could hear me through the wall, as I cried out-like, in Latin, "This is so not life at all, help me out-out-of this nightmare" then I heard her silver call... The Bitch of Living - Spring Awakening cast
[guessed by: msmoocow, shocolate]

15. What am I supposed to do to keep from going under, now your making holes in my heart and yes it's starting to show, I've been holding back, is it any wonder? since you walked right into my life and interrupted the flow... Lovelight - Robbie Williams
[guessed by: shocolate]

16. Do you remember when you were 7? And the only thing that you wanted to do was show your mum that you could play the piano... Innocent Eyes - Delta Goodrem
[guessed by: alexi_lupin]

17. You live so much its like you're dying, you can't get up your body's trying, you build so tall its like you're flying, but rocks that fall the sky keeps climbing... How Does it Feel - Eskimo Joe
[guessed by: no one]

18. Hey, I'm your life, I'm the one who takes you there, Hey, I'm your life, I'm the one who cares, They, They betray, I'm your only true friend now, They, They'll betray, I'm forever there... Sad but True - Metallica
[guessed by: no one]

19. (It starts with) one thing, I don’t know why, it doesn’t even matter how hard you try... In the End - Linkin Park
[guessed by: areth_lovejoy, alexi_lupin, library_of_sex]

20. I talk to you as to a friend, I hope that's what you've come to be... Sway - The Perishers
[guessed by: letmypidgeonsgo]

Congrats to library_of_sex, who had the most correct guesses (7), followed by alexi_lupin (6), and letmypidgeonsgo and shocolate (5).

I'm determined one day to do one of these memes were all the songs get guessed. LOL.

new layout

Sat, 26 Sep 2009 00:27:17 GMT

I have a new layout. :O)

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And I am way excited because the coding didnt come with a header. So I found some header coding and put it in but the header was in the middle of the screen and therefore completely out of alignment with the layout. After a lot of tweaking and reading I actually managed to move the header to align with my layout. I've never been able to do anything like that before. :O)

I know some of you are probably masters of CSS and are probably all 'whatever' about this, but I have zero knowledge of CSS and got there essentially through changing different numbers around and seeing what the effect was. Can't believe it actually worked.

I wish I knew more. There is one more thing I would like to customise but can't quite figure it out. *shrugs* Nah well, baby steps and all that.

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Anyway, hope all my Aussies enjoy the big day today. And everyone else, enjoy the weekend. :O)

♥

music meme update

Fri, 25 Sep 2009 03:07:58 GMT

Still a few lyrics waiting to be guessed.

01. The grey ceiling on the earth, well it's lasted for a while, take my thoughts for what they're worth, I've been acting like a child...

06. You are far, when I could have been your star, you listened to people, who scared you to death...

09. Tell me all the things you would change, I dont pretend to know what you want...

11. Say hello to the girl that I am, you're gonna have to see through my perspective...

12. She sits alone by a lampost, trying to find a thought that's escaped her mind...

14. God, I dreamed there was an angel who could hear me through the wall, as I cried out-like, in Latin, "This is so not life at all..."

15. What am I supposed to do to keep from going under, now your making holes in my heart and yes it's starting to show...

17. You live so much its like you're dying, you can't get up your body's trying...

18. Hey, I'm your life, I'm the one who takes you there, Hey, I'm your life, I'm the one who cares...

Check it out here - where I have also added a few more words onto the lyrics to help people out.

Could this finally be the one where we get all twenty guessed???? yeah, probably not LOL

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Footy final this weekend. Yay. Just one more day and then footy is over for the year!!! It couldnt have come soon enough. *is the least Australian Aussie there is*

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I bought tickets to see David Gray in concert. Second row from the front! Hell yeah I'm excited. Cannot wait.

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Also, anyone wanna rec me any Merlin fics? Okay with pretty much any ship as long as its well written (and preferably not too long).

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Okay, thats enough from me. :O)

Music Meme v6.0

Tue, 22 Sep 2009 00:00:27 GMT

Totes bored at work, so, I've gone into the archives and dragged out a meme or two.

One.

(from my last fifteen entries)

Two.

Step 1: Get your playlist together, put it on random, and play.
Step 2: Write down the first line from the first 20 songs that play or close to it.
Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song the lines come from.
Step 4: ~~Cross out the songs (or similar) when someone guesses correctly.~~ (screw that - just keep guessing and we can see who gets the most right :O) )
No cheating!! :O) Comments screened.

01. The grey ceiling on the earth, well it's lasted for a while, take my thoughts for what they're worth, I've been acting like a child, your opinion, and what is that? it's just a different point of view ...

02. Look at the stars, look how they shine for you...

03. You're beautiful, that's for sure, you'll never ever fade...

04. You only stay with me in the morning, you only hold me when I sleep, I was meant to tread the water, but now I've gotten in too deep...

05. Crazy, how it feels tonight, crazy, how you make it all alright love....

06. You are far, when I could have been your star, you listened to people, who scared you to death, and from my heart, strange that you were strong enough, to even make a start...

07. I had no choice but to hear you, you stated your case time and again...

08. Leave me out with the waste, this is not what I do, it's the wrong kind of place, to be thinking of you...

09. Tell me all the things you would change, I dont pretend to know what you want, when you come around and spin my top, time and again, time and again...

10. Your butt is mine, gonna take you right...

11. Say hello to the girl that I am, you're gonna have to see through my perspective, I need to make mistakes just to learn who I am...

12. She sits alone by a lampost, trying to find a thought that's escaped her mind, she says Dad's the one I love the most, but Stipe's not far behind...

13. Calling out around the world, are you ready for a brand new beat...

14. God, I dreamed there was an angel who could hear me through the wall, as I cried out-like, in Latin, "This is so not life at all, help me out-out-of this nightmare" then I heard her silver call...

15. What am I supposed to do to keep from going under, now your making holes in my heart and yes it's starting to show, I've been holding back, is it any wonder? since you walked right into my life and interrupted the flow...

16. Do you remember when you were 7? And the only thing that you wanted to do was show your mum that you could play the piano...

17. You live so much its like you're dying, you can't get up your body's trying, you build so tall its like you're flying, but rocks that fall the sky keeps climbing...

18. Hey, I'm your life, I'm the one who takes you there, Hey, I'm your life, I'm the one who cares, They, They betray, I'm your only true friend now, They, They'll betray, I'm forever there...

19. (It starts with) one thing, I don’t know why, it doesn’t even matter how hard you try...

20. I talk to you as to a friend, I hope that's what you've come to be...

eek .. better late than never right???

Sat, 19 Sep 2009 23:31:40 GMT

Happy birthday Mandy!!! ♥♥♥♥

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Mon, 14 Sep 2009 00:47:53 GMT

Not much to report from me really. Though I may have some big news later in the week. As for now, I'm just reading the flist - catching up on the last few days.

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I really need to catch up on True Blood. I know the finale is showing pretty much as I type this and I still havent seen the last two eps.

Also, I've decided not to cave and download Glee. My sister will kill me if I watch ahead of her. I just hope I can not get spoiled for it via LJ.

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Does anyone have the season three soundtrack for Doctor Who?? I am looking for the music they used in the ep The Sound of Drums. If anyone has it and could upload it for me that would be awesome. :O)

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And just to make this post a little less pointless, some meme's that have been making the rounds on my flist.

My username is: tattooedsiren. About eight or nine years ago when I was seriously entering a fandom, I wanted a proper user name (ones I had used previously were seriously lame - greeneyes, ozeeyore etc). I wanted something that would relate to the fandom but that I could use other places. So I chose tattooedsiren. It was the Roswell fandom and my fave character was Maria who was played by Majandra Delfino. Majandra is a singer and had released a few songs online: tattoo, bruises and siren. So I combined two song titles and there you have it.
My journal name is: Creatively Girt. It has been this ever since the start of this journal - back when I thought my LJ would just be an archive place for my fics and nothing else. It doesnt make any sense, but I do love the word girt (as my FAPers will know :O) ).
My title is: it hurts to want everything and nothing at the same time. Song lyrics by Michelle Branch. I used to change my title every couple of months (always song lyrics) but it's been on this one for ages. Could be time for a change.
My friends page is called: Much Love. Fairly self explanatory.
My default userpic: I love this icon because it reminds me of an original painting I bought in Paris - I'm kinda going through a phase where I dig on lamposts and umbrellas. I don't know why. LOL.

YOU KNOW YOU'RE TattooedSiren WHEN...

Creatively Girt

this is a harry potter post *jaw drop*

Birthday love

Remus/Hermione drabble

birthday love

david gray lyrics moodtheme

emma icons

glee ficlet

emma icons - ep 3

emma icons

David Gray concert 15/10/2009

spring awakening drabble

dan/blair fic

uther/morgana drabble

news

emma icons

writing meme

holy ship

coz apparantly I can't stop doing memes...

answer time

new layout

music meme update

Music Meme v6.0

eek .. better late than never right???

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this is a harry potter post jaw drop